I'm one of the lucky ones. I can wear jeans to work. If there's a major ice storm, I'll even wear sweat pants. Sometimes I'll wear T-shirts and sweatshirts. Yes, it's a charmed life I lead.
I have not always been this lucky. I have had to conform to business casual standards. Friday was all the more valuable if it was Casual Friday. For awhile, I could wear heels semi-comfortably because I got used to it since I wore them everyday. (My current policy is no more heels. Ever. Kitten heels are okay sometimes. I heart flats.)
But now, I wear the jeans. Everyday. Except yesterday.
Last night I went to go see A Chorus Line at the Kentucky Center. Combine that with the feeling that I need more casual non-jeans pants because I have three pairs of jeans and yeah, the math on how often I wear them and do laundry is not math to be proud of. Plus it gets a little boring. So yesterday, to prepare for my evening outing and jazz up my work wear, I wore dress slacks. All day. And by 10 a.m. I was miserable.
From now on, no more fancy pants. Unless it's church, a funeral, or some other rare fancy event in which I will keep my jeans handy.
4 comments:
I used to be able to wear jeans at my last job and it was blissful. So jealous of your current jean wearing privilege =P
Dress pants are horrible. I've never owned a comfortable pair. I actually think skirts and dresses are more comfortable for work than pants. Except my legs get cold. Take-home message: I'm jealous of your casual office.
You could always try skirts with tights?
The day after I quit my job in Frankfort (well, three days as a matter of fact) I went to an upscale consignment store and sold almost all of my fancy pants, skirts, suits, etc. It was positively liberating. Someday when my children are trying to decide what they want to be when they grow up, I will seriously caution them to take the clothing expectations into account.
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